All the nights and days of endless dream and legend,He and I would ride across a dusty plain,Never home or child for either one of us -Rare, light kisses, chaster than a sigh, for him;I had savage innocence, all passion-free.By his grave I sit like any loyal pup,Waiting for our dream to fade from mortal minds.Freed to my own fate at last, to seek my star,All I find to dream, so far, is: no more dust, andSomewhere may I find a kiss, that's just for me.

This was written on a dare, in a poetry workshop. It is trochaic hexameter, meaning each line has seven units of two syllables, the first syllable accented and the second syllable unaccented.